Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Guest Bloggers Can Suck It

I hate "Guest Blogger" posts. If I go to a website to read a blog it's because I like THAT person and THAT person's writing style and what THAT person has to say. It pisses me off when I get to a favorite site, see a new post, get all excited and then see "Oh btw I let my total bff do a post today because I'm too busy so here you go! Isn't my friend the best!??"No, no your friend is not the best and I'll probably hate them even if they really are great just because I'm disappointed and childish and pissed off that I don't get to read the person that I was looking forward to reading. If you're too busy to post just don't post. If you really want me to know about your bff and how great they are just put them in your link list because if I think you're the shit then I'll most likely check out your link list in search of other goldmines. Have you ever noticed though that some of THE coolest people you like to read have some of the shittiest blog links? (Have I pissed off everyone yet? I'm really on a roll here, shit.) Out of 20 blog links I might find one - MAYBE - that I'll think is actually cool, but truth be told I don't usually become a repeat reader. Why IS that? I don't get it.

12 comments:

Haha!!! It's because blog lists are often reciprocal... I have people in my list I barely read but they're regular commenters and seem like nice people and so there go their blogs... er... bit pansy-assed aren't I?

OMG, I so don't want to piss you off. But I feel the same way about guest bloggers. (Although I did have my sister guest blog once.) (And my boyfriend.) Shit, I'm one of those people you hate. And now I hate myself, too.

You should create a "Pregnancy/Birth/After Baby Shit they don't tell you about" blog and have nothing but guest bloggers. I've recently come to discover some after baby shit about my body that I am most displeased with... That no one told me about.

Gringa Lindy

WELCOME

Picture it, Sicily 19.... well no. How about Michigan, where I was born, raised up a dorky, country chick and met my husband about 7 years ago. He was deported about a year and a half after we were married so I packed up our stuff, my dog, and moved on down here to Mexico to live a crazy Mexican life. We've got great taco's but also cockroaches the size of my fist, so... it sort of evens out. :D